The Golden Farce

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2026-08-18 12:15:54 -

The Golden Farce

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless against the glass of the carriage window. I watched the blurred lights of the city slide past, a smear of amber and grey. My hands were folded in my lap. They trembled. Not from the cold. From the weight of the coat on my shoulders. It was my father’s coat. He had died three days ago. The funeral was yesterday. Today was the inventory. The auction of...

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